we’ll always have this summer - psh (m)

this work contains smut - minors please do not interact pairing. sunghoon x fem!reader synopsis. Your mom ruins your summer plans by sending you to the equestrian center your grandmother owns in the south of France, wanting you to spend some time away from the city and take a break from your med studies. Although you’d been determined to spend the worst time ever there, you soon find out that maybe the cold but cute horse nerd next door who doesn’t want to talk to you might actually turn this summer into the best one of your life. genre. summer au, strangers to mutual dislike to friends to lovers ig, city girl x country boy type beat, mainly fluff and smut but also angst cause i love pain word count. 25.9k a/n. hi sisters i'm super excited to repost this, it was really fun rereading and editing it, and i hope that all of you who had enjoyed reading it last summer will still like it this time around and that those of you who hadn't read it will enjoy it now <3 i had also posted an sfw version, so if anyone would like that too, pls lmk! ok thats it let me know what u think love you bye

Sunghoon was going to have a very normal, uneventful summer. He would take a very much needed break from his studies and take care of the equestrian center he lives in, letting his parents take a breather and enjoy their summer. He’d wake up early and do everything he needed to, then spend the afternoon on horseback or sleeping in a random field. It’d be a routine his body is used to and likes, and he’d be able to let his worries go for a while. But then, you came along.

pity party ₊˚ރ⊹゛p.sh

SUMMARY ! when everyone forgets sunghoon’s birthday, he ends up finding comfort from a warmhearted stranger on the bus ride home.

PAIRING ! stranger!sunghoon x gn!reader

WC ! 800

GENRE ! fluff, slight angst and comforting sad hoon :c

sunghoon’s eyes were getting watery, and he hated that. a lot.

his birthday isn’t a big deal, he isn’t twelve anymore; he should just be grateful for what he has, wipe away his cascading tears and man the hell up.

but as he slides onto the public bus and scans down the aisle full of exhausted college students, old drunkards, and middle aged mother’s gossiping on calls with their kids fidgeting frantically next to them, he can’t find himself caring when all their eyes lock onto his teary red face, pink bottom lip trembling as he sniffles every few seconds.

he makes his way down the column of busy seats, mindlessly plopping down onto the first free one he comes across. and at last, he reaches his hand up, wiping the salty droplets off his puffy cheeks sorrowfully.

god, he was being such a wimp.

the prince and the jackal | {f}

collab oneshot | fantasy! au | 11.8k words

s u m m a r y : in the Kingdom of Terrae, you, a metalbender, believe in the deforestation to modernise the land. As a member of the Lumberjackals, you thrive on cutting down trees and stealing resources until you get caught by the Crown Prince, Choi Beomgyu, a lover and embodiment of the nature you wish to destroy. However, instead of imprisoning you for your crimes, Beomgyu decides to show you the beauty and wonders of nature, leaving you to doubt your beliefs, your identity, and your very feelings for the certain boy determined to change you for the better.

w a r n i n g s : prince! beomgyu, woodcutter! metalbender! reader, reader hates wildlife and all things nature, beomgyu is sunshine and flowers and everything good, shit ton of wildlife and fantasy stuff, bts kim line are part of the lumberjackals so are evil in this story i am so sorry y’all, beomgyu has a pet squirrel called jisung yes han jisung, kind of enemies to lovers not really but im pretending it is

p l a y l i s t : fairy of shampoo by txt | colours of the wind by judy kuhn | willow by taylor swift

a u t h o r ‘ s  n o t e : yes i am back from the dead to bring this fic hello!! this is a collab with @soobmint​ @juunnies​ @bffsoobin​ @honeyju​ pls do read their parts too they’re so sexc <3 do lemme know what you all think and thank you for reading!!

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“ONE MORE BLOODY TREE, AND I’LL SCREAM THIS FOREST DOWN!”

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meow?

"baby, you know i love you right?"

you could see the sheepish grin on your boyfriends face from your peripheral vision. he was definitely up to no good and you wanted to know what was going on in his mind.

enha healing your inner child｡⊹˚.⋆

↻ PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

↻ GENRE ! tooth rotting fluff

↻ WC ! 4.5k new record woop

↻ WARNINGS ! fake chainsaw in niki’s, ynwon slapping each others butts i dunno?!

coffee run༉‧₊˚. yang jungwon

⍣PAIRING ! barista!jungwon x gn!reader

⍣GENRE ! coworkers/friends to lovers, fluff

⍣WC ! 1.9k

⍣WARNINGS ! mention of smoking + alcohol, if i’m forgetting anything lemme know

a/n: hi anonnie ! thank you once more for your request, i loved this idea and really enjoyed writing it even though i did struggle a lot for some reason </3 you didn’t specify the gender, so i stuck with gender neutral reader ! i hope you enjoy barista won c:

saturdays. anyone who works in retail dreads saturdays. it’s the most busy day of the week, which means annoying customers complaining and trying to bargain prices, arguments and people asking for your manager at least once an hour, and a whole lot of stress for all the employees. so when you find yourself walking into the mall where your cafe job was located at 8:30 on a saturday, you sigh.

just by looking at how many shoppers there were, you knew it was going to be a long, long day. on the bright side, you were working with heeseung and jungwon, your two favorite coworkers.

heeseung was a year older than you, and you had to admit he was quite mature for his young age. you wouldn’t be surprised if he got promoted to manager soon, as he always seemed to know exactly what to do in bad situations.

meanwhile, jungwon was two years younger than you. he felt like someone you had to take care of because of the age gap, and he was much more playful and less serious compared to heeseung. either way, they were both fun to work with (and they were hot, but that’s just a bonus) so whenever you got scheduled for the same time as them, you knew work would be much better than usual, even though it was still disappointingly, a saturday.

the duo in question had arrived at the cafe before you, cleaning up before opening time. heeseung washed down the counter, while jungwon sweeped under the many tables and chairs thoroughly. “so, what’s going on with y/n?”

back off!↷*‧₊˚ p.sh

SUMMARY ! after wandering off at the grocery store, sunghoon is less than pleased to find some stranger trying to ask you out on a date. but don’t worry, he’s ready to put the guy in his place!

PAIRING ! sunghoon x fem!reader

WC ! 1k

GENRE ! fluff and comedy ft jealous hoon <3

sunghoon knew going shopping with you was going to go one out of two ways.

option one, you’d somehow manipulate him into purchasing an armful of stuffed animals for your collection since, according to you, they were replacements for when he was away (which he was pretty offended about; how could those inanimate objects compare to the park sunghoon?), or option two, you’d find a way to escape his protective watch over you and wander off somewhere. 

update from sunghoon in the future: it was option two. or perhaps it’d be both, considering he was yet to find you.

camellia ⁺.⚘˚◞꙳ y.jw

SUMMARY ! the last thing you expected was to find a boy sniffing your flowers at past midnight. but when you see him pluck a harmless rose from it’s stem, of course you must furiously chase after him. if only you knew that it was the prince of your kingdom whom you’d just tackled to the ground..

PAIRING ! prince!jungwon x gardener!f!reader

WC ! 2.5k

GENRE ! fluff ft teasing princewon ^^

WARNINGS ! reader gets called a ‘filthy thing’

with knees planted in the deep layers of powder, you exhale peacefully and emit a cool cloud of smoke from your mouth. the moon has only appeared to you in a crescent form tonight, yet it still brings wonderful shimmers of light down onto your plants.

as a gardener, winter wasn’t the most eventful time of the year, nor the season you ever found yourself looking forward to.

for one, there were much less species of plants that you could choose to nurture in comparison to spring or summer. not as many blossoms would thrive under snow and longer hours of moonlight; the crushing winter wind and snow breaking most flower’s delicate petals.

and secondly, when you did decide to plant one of your winter flowers, you’d have to gear up in jackets and mittens and hats all so you wouldn’t shiver and chatter to death.

though, considering it was your first week working at the great yang family’s palace, you were absolutely determined to be the best gardener their home shall ever have. it is also how you were to be found outside in the middle of the night; snow flowers much preferred moonlight and darkness rather than sun and light.

you already had a plan for the front of the castle. there’d be some of the larger and elegant snow lavenders near the entryway and all adorning the path leading up to it, then there would be some snow lilies prohibiting the edges of the river. what you were planting right now would soon become a small, delicate witch hazel, one that needed much attention; something you took note of as you continued patting the seed into the snowy ground.

once the seed become firmly seated, you proudly pick up your shovel again, about to move on and plant more when the sound of footprints nearby makes you pause.

your breath hitches in your throat nervously. you weren’t exactly the biggest threat right now; a young girl at midnight with nothing but a shovel and some seeds in her laced basket.

only a few lights were around the outside of the castle, rusty lanterns attached to lampposts that gave off dim light underneath it’s surroundings.

and below one of them a great distance away was a young man sniffing your flowers.

his side profile was extravagant; an eye closed and lips shut as he inhaled the scent of one of your snow roses. he had fluffy, coal shaded hair, body attiring a matching set of white satin pyjamas. he would look like any other town boy if it weren’t for the way he appeared extra tidy and well kept; hair combed and recently washed and face without a speck of dirt on it unlike most commoners.

his beauty didn’t stop a frown from moulding onto your face.

“hey you!” the boy’s head snaps up at your booming voice, his feline-like eyes gaping adorably. before you can finish stomping your way through the snow towards him, he’s plucked one of your roses and ran off.

you audibly gasp, the sight of only an empty stem remaining making your heart shatter and only encouraging you to jolt after the criminal, shovel tightly grasped in your hand. he’s annoyingly fast, holding your flower close to his chest as he sprints through the castle garden. your garden.

“get back here at once, coward!” you demand, boots plodding annoyingly through the heavy powder.

when he turns a corner around a line of tall bushes, you growl in amusement. there is no point in trying to lose me, i know this garden like my own home. you snort, the amount of time you’ve spent surrounded by these plants in the past week alone was enough to name it that.

when you turn around the snow covered bushes just as the boy had, you pause at the sight of him nowhere in sight. however, the sound of running had come to a stop, indicating he must be hiding nearby.

you look down, and a laugh leaves your lips.

“ah.. i wonder where you could be..” an evil smirk is plastered on your lips as you drag your shovel eerily through the snow, being extra careful as to not touch the perfect trail of footprints leading you right to your target. how sad.

you don’t know why, but this little game was getting more and more thrilling for you. how ready you were to bring this little thief to the castle guards, your decapitated rose stolen back from his defeated hand.

and there the boy sat, eyes closed behind a particularly round bush with his arms around his legs, breathing heavily in prayers that you’d lost him.

“gotcha!” before he knew it, you had pounced on him like a predator would to it’s prey, a strangled yelp leaving his mouth as you pin him to the ground. your legs straddle either side of his waist while you hold his upper half in place with your hands, shovel dropped lifelessly next to your figures.

you both pant in recovery from the tiring chase, simply surveying each other's features. you find yourself cussing inwardly at the fact that he’s even more perfect up close.

eventually, he licks his lips before speaking up, “who are you?” you press his body further into the snow out of rage, and the boy winces as if he’d never been touched so harshly in his life.

“who am i?” you bark, “who are you?! and why were you in my garden?!”

at that, his lips perk up as if you’d just told him a ridiculous joke. “your garden, huh?” he taunts, “you really don’t know who i am?”

“why would i?”

instead of answering your question, he sighs. “y’know, you’re quite cute. if you’d just stop screaming in my face..”

you’ve had enough of this boy.

you remove your arms from his, reaching down to grab your weapon with a frown. at the threatening sight, the raven haired boy quickly begins squirming beneath you in a pathetic attempt to escape.

“woah woah— hold on, i’m sorry! i’m- i’m jungwon!” he blurts, raising his hands in defence. you lower your shovel an inch. you’ve definitely heard that name before, but you couldn’t quite put your thumb on it.

jungwon seemed to notice that his name didn’t ring a bell, and for whatever reason, this emitted another entertained giggle from his throat. “look, if you just get off of me, miss — not that i mind you sitting on me — it’s just.. i’m getting a bit chilly.” you roll your eyes, making no effort to move. “in return for my freedom, i can offer you absolutely anything you need.”

you raise an intrigued but untrusting brow, and jungwon only smirks further at your hesitance, leaning his head against his hands casually despite the icy frost below him. in all honesty, he didn’t look that weak, you began to wonder why he didn’t just throw you off of him.

“what could some town boy like you have to offer?” you inquire.

he chokes, “town boy?” suddenly he’s laughing again, eyes turning into crescents as he kicks his feet childishly below you. feeling riled up, you point your shovel at his throat again frustratedly. he swiftly quiets down at the raised gardening tool, but a mocking grin and dimple continues to pierce his features. “you’d be surprised, miss. say..”

before you can even process his movements and pin him down again, jungwon has fully sat up, resting his hands in the snow with his face so close to yours that you could feel every exhale. “if you tell me who you are, tomorrow i’ll bring you a new set of gardening tools.” he glances down at your rusty, old shovel disapprovingly. “i promise they will be much better and stronger than this.. artefact.”

you gulp, feeling distracted by the unwanted heat rushing to your cheeks at the close proximity of the boy. by the smug glint in his eyes, you’re sure he has noticed it as well. “a-and why should i believe you’d keep that promise?”

he ponders for a moment before looking down at you with a grin. “i can offer you something now as proof.” before you know it, his face is inching closer breath by breath.

the stolen rose long forgotten, you close your eyes as his hands finally come up to brush your waist, anticipating the plush of his lips against yours.

but it never happens.

“would you like to come have a drink in the castle with me?”

you snap your eyes open, watching as his face tilts mere centimetres from yours.

“oh, did you expect something else?” he sneers in delight.

feeling a tad humiliated and disappointed in yourself, you hurriedly remove yourself from the boy’s lap, boots rooting into the snow as you march your way back to your previous planting spot.

forget the flower, this was clearly just a waste of your time (and pride).

“w-wait!” jungwon stutters in the background, “i’m sorry, if you really want a kiss i wouldn’t be opposed!” he offers, quickly getting himself back on his own feet to catch up to you.

you simply huff, thrusting your shovel deep into the ground. “leave me alone. i have no interest in you,” you grunt mid-sentence as you stomp your foot onto the tool’s edge, ploughing dirt and snow to the side of the crater, “or your plan of sneaking into the royal family’s home,” you finish strictly.

jungwon facepalms at your obliviousness, watching as you crouch down to scavenge through your seed basket. “please, just trust me,” he pesters. “c’mon, when was the last time you had hot chocolate? or perhaps a boiling cup of tea? the dining room has everything you could crave!”

“how would you know anything about the—“

“your majesty?” a high pitch voice calls out suddenly.

both your heads snap towards the castle’s giant entrance nearby, pausing your movements against the snowy ground.

jungwon stiffened from behind you, his black locks bouncing as he swivelled around in a desperate search for an escape. “shit, shit!”

before you could even get a word out, the boy had already raced off to hide behind another bush just as a young woman in a maid dress approached you.

“ew..” she mutters, scanning your figure. you glance down in confusion, taking in your awfully filthy clothes and appearance; bits of dirt, snow and leaves were stuck to your jacket and overalls, and you cringe inwardly when you pick a blue flower petal out of your hair.

“are you homeless?” she asks with a strikingly rude tone, “you know trespassers are strictly forbidden, right?”

you clench your jaw, resisting the urge to defend yourself with just as much sass. “no, ma’am. i was hired by the queen to be the palace’s gardener.”

for whatever reason, the maid rolls her eyes, staring off into space as if you weren’t worth a single glance or speck of her time. “whatever. anyways, have you seen the prince? it seems he’s snuck out once again, and if i don't find him soon, we’ll have to call a search party,” she yawns.

the prince? what on earth would his highness be doing out at a time like this, especially in such chilly weather?

“um, i don’t think so. what does he look like?”

at that she chuckles, crossing her arms over her chest. “oh, of course you wouldn’t know anything about the prince,” she sighs. “he’s about 5’9, black hair, should be wearing all white pyjamas..”

you freeze. white pyjamas..? the rest of the woman’s words fade out, mind turning blank. it couldn’t be.

“..and his hair is also a bit curly, but at night it gets—“

“what’s his name?” you interrupt desperately.

she gives you the most judging stare she could muster, but you didn’t care much anymore. “seriously? yang jungwon, you filthy thing.”

and right on queue, jungwon magically appears from behind the bushes. he doesn’t give you a glance, eyes piercing with rage in the direction of the maid. at the sight of the prince, she smiles brightly for the first time all night, quickly running over to give him an awkward side hug.

“your majesty! i was so worried,” she exclaims cheerfully, “come now, you must get changed out of these grimy rags.”

jungwons grits his teeth, trying his best to gently push her body away. “sooha,” he snaps, voice drastically changed from the playful tone he’d used with you, “please refrain from speaking to my personal gardener that way again, or i will not hesitate to have you fired at once,” he spits unmercifully before turning to face you.

sooha’s smile drops, spinning around to watch as you move to bow on one knee nervously. his gardener? you gulp, but what if he has you fired for calling him a town boy? or perhaps executed for threatening him with a shovel to his throat?

“your- your majesty, i’m so, so sorry for everything.” it was tranquil, the only sound being light footsteps travelling your way. you squint harder, anxiously gripping your bent knee.

unexpectedly, a warm touch suddenly covers your gloved hand, fingers intertwined with yours while the prince lifts you back up to your standing height. your heart instantly melts at the knee-quivering smile plastered across his face, glancing down at your intertwined hands and the snow rose poking out of his pants pocket.

“there’s no need for that, i had lots of fun tonight,” he whispers before abruptly reaching for your hair, pulling out yet another tangled flower petal and giggling cutely. “see you tomorrow, my flower?”

you involuntarily blush, scoffing as you look away sheepishly. “maybe.”

jungwon seems to be satisfied with that, ever so gracefully removing his hand from yours with a final nod of goodbye. you watch in a slight daze as the stunning boy makes his way towards the castle, uncaring to wait for sooha to catch up with him.

“your majesty! wait!” she sends you a final dirty glare, stomping desperately through the snow after him.

as the castle doors shut tightly behind them, you embrace the newfound silence of the once chaotic night. the only remaining evidence that leads you to believe it wasn’t all just a dream is the decapitated snow rose snuck into your jacket pocket, and your poor old shovel, soon to be eagerly replaced tomorrow.

that is, if you choose to indulge in whatever the prince had in store for you.

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Night In

Description. Staying in for a peaceful Halloween night, your friend decides to crash it. Everything’s fine at first, until he pulls out a book. And suddenly, nothing is okay anymore.

Pairings. Choi Beomgyu x Female Reader

Genre. Horror, Angst, Drama, Romance (Slightly)

Warnings. Blood, Mentions of vomit, Cursing, Medication (For headache),They argue a lot! Mentions of a toxic relationship. Things just go downhill really fast! (Let me know if I missed anything!!)

Word count. 5K

Halloween was never your scene, neither were Halloween parties. You could even say you somewhat detested the holiday. For both your lack of creativity and lack of friends.

The one you did have however, insisted you spent the night together. 

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Omg this literally doesn’t have enough attention

park sunghoon as your barista coworker

taglist: @duolingofanaccount @jaylaxies @valley-of-lies @cha0thicpisces @loves0ft 

SUNGHOON AS YOUR BEST FRIEND IN HIGH SCHOOL (HCS).

ᝰ now this bitch (affectionately)

ᝰ sunghoon is a nosey person

ᝰ he goes through ur things just for the fun of it (probably makes towers out of ur pencils, he's easily entertained)

ᝰ one time you came into class with a fancy keychain hanging onto your bag’s zipper and he was like :0

ᝰ “what’s this”

ᝰ “sanitizer, lotion, yk the like”

ᝰ “man, you girls have so many cool things why don’t guys ever get anything like this”

ᝰ bored and curious, he uncaps all of them and starts sniffing everything before trying it on 😭

ᝰ (his favourite is the birthday cake scented sanitizer that he almost finished)

ᝰ he asks you to get him one so you do HFJDFDK

ᝰ he ALWAYS fucks around with you just for shits and giggles (ie. him catching you snack in class and then raising his hand to snitch but instead he asks to go to the bathroom)

ᝰ being petty, you tell him spoilers from a show ur both watching (they’re not true) and—

ᝰ “NO”

ᝰ “(name), what the hell i was just messing with you :(”

ᝰ “that was so low…”

ᝰ you feel bad but #deserved

ᝰ he starts sulking while doing his work and turns back every three minutes to ask if you were being fr with those spoilers (you say no and he’s like “thank god” before the teacher catches yall talking)

ᝰ noisiest bitches in class

ᝰ 99% of the time he's louder than u with the way he laughs 😭

ᝰ clingy.

ᝰ yk those friends who start moaning for no reason when you’re on the phone with your family? that’s him 💀

ᝰ the way you met is one of the funniest things you two laugh about to this day

ᝰ okay so first things first, you were the new student he had heard about who also shared the same interests as him but seeing that sunoo was the only one of his friends who already had your number, he jumped on the chance to send yours to his own phone

ᝰ honestly just an excited dude because he’s never met someone in his group of friends who liked the same interests as he did

ᝰ so when you get a random ass text from him an unknown number, asking you what’s your favourite netflix show, you block him immediately bc 😵

ᝰ the next day at school he approaches you and lowkey, at first you were like ?!?!?! but then he says he got your number from sunoo and proceeds to explain himself

ᝰ you get along well after that bc he insists you guys are automatically best friends now

ᝰ but it also took him a while to ease up because ur energy felt like a child on sugar rush compared to his and he was simply not built for that 😭

ᝰ he does sometimes match ur energy and it only comes out when he's around u (and sunoo)

ᝰ it’s all good though, because you balance each other out

ᝰ plus he doesn’t mind you doing the talking bc he likes hearing u talk

ᝰ u both are giving that calm x too much energy meme with both of u switching it up from time to time LOL

ᝰ hes the kind that doesnt show much affection so he often does it discreetly

ᝰ this kinda confuses u for a bit bc he ends up tapping ur shoulder or ur wrist like three times and ur like ???? "are u ok hoon"

ᝰ "yes" and ur like 🧐

ᝰ three taps = i love u 😕 (platonically or romantically take it however u want)

ᝰ u find out from jungwon what those three taps mean so now it always make u smile whenever he does it

ᝰ above all else though , hoon as ur best friend is like having a soulmate for life :)

B. Material ‣ cbg

‣ pairing: best friend!Beomgyu x female!reader

‣ genre: f2l, fluff

‣ wc: 1.7k

‣ summary: In which the B in 'boyfriend material' stands for Beomgyu; alternatively, where you've fallen for Beomgyu's weird love language and you need to make that clear to him before he thinks otherwise

‣ warnings?: nothing really bad, misunderstanding and accidental eavesdropping, beomgyu being weird, slightly cheesy lmaooo

‣ an: this was just a random draft in my docs and I just wanted to post something real quick so quality might not be there, actually cute imo, the ending is very low-key rushed but it wasn't meant to be longer than 1k lmaooo

“My lady~” 

You look at Beomgyu as if he was crazy, “What the fuck?” Your best friend gestures for you to step out of the car, holding the door open wide enough for you to exit but just enough so it wouldn’t hit the neighbouring vehicle. You can’t tell if he was joking or not. 

“My lady~” Beomgyu repeats. Then he leans forward and whispers, “This is when you get out of the car.” Oh, he was being serious.

Sliding out of your seat, you do just as he suggested, still giving him a puzzled look. What is he on?

ENHYPEN REACTING TO THEIR CRUSH LIKING THEM LONGER

GENRE fluff, comedy?

REQUESTED? yes

HEESEUNG

- you and heeseung have been friends before anything

- and you’ve always had a little crush on him ever since jake introduced u to heeseung

- and so of course as time flies ur feelings get deeper and so is the thought of u and him never happening

- until he started acting weird when he saw u talking to ‘an old friend’

- yk he kept telling himself that he was just being protective since yk…. ur his ‘friend’ and that’s what friends do😤

- but ur not sure if friends grab u out of the party and grabs u by the waist and kiss u🙄🙄🙄👎🏼👎🏼

- after he told u what he felt he expected a no coming out of ur mouth

- but surprise!!!!

- “you don’t have to like me back, it just feels good to get this off my chest. i hope this doesn’t change anything in our friend—” “hee, i’ve liked you ever since we met”

- he feels so stupid BABAHAHAHAHH

( 8:55PM ) looking at you makes choi beomgyu feel stupid.

it’s not your fault. really. though, beomgyu supposes it depends on his mood for the day. some days he likes to teasingly blame you for making him feel like this (it’s true, it’s just not really considered ‘blame’), and some days he likes to keep quiet and simply stare at you—

—at how pretty you are.

because you are so, so pretty that it makes beomgyu feel so, so stupid.

it’s baffling, really, how he gets obsessed over the smallest details of you. the smallest things about the person he is convinced he is in love with. you, sitting across him in an almost empty diner contrasting the bustling metropolitan city it’s located it. how you look while examining your fingernails, or drumming them against the tabletop as you wait for your meal to arrive. the curve of your neck when you stretch and pop your joints. the slip of your spine. the colour of your lips and the shape of your mouth as you yawn. the colour of your irises when the light outside the window hits it just right.

how wonderful, beomgyu thinks, how enchanting.

he’s so smitten with you— with the way you pour too much creamer in your coffee by accident and wrinkle your nose when you taste the too-sweet drink. even in the way you look at him and catch him staring, and the wrinkle of your nose becomes strangely fond as you question him.

“why are you staring at me like that?”

because i love you, beomgyu thinks. all tangled heat and longing, there is nothing more that he would like to do than build a universe where the two of you never get out of bed, where you simply lay tangled in the bedsheets and each other and beomgyu can catch your laughter from the morning air and weave it into the songs that he loves to sing for you. i love you. he thinks he can say it, that he’s brave enough to admit it, but he takes too long and the moment passes and the next best thing he can do is to take the straw wrapper by his drink and ball it up to flick it at your face. he watches as your expression contorts into one of confusion and annoyance, and he grins as he says the closest thing to an i love you.

“you’re a nerd.”

and, unsurprisingly, it works. there is no i love you, too, but there’s that split moment of silence before the diner is filled with the sound of your laughter and all beomgyu can see is the smile that brightens your features and his life. you laugh, and beomgyu thinks to himself that he never wants to live a day without that laugh, without your smile— without you.

he thinks that maybe, perhaps, if you’d let him, he would have all the time in the world to tell you the things he couldn’t say this morning.